+.:[The only thing thatŽs worse than one is none]:.+
Floating down as colors fill the light, we look up from the ground in fields of paperwhite.
And floating up, you pass us in the night, a future gazing out, a
past to overwrite.
So come down far below, we've been waiting to collect the things you know.
Come down far below, we've been waiting to collect what you've let go